Horizon Ridge whiz-bang attitude

“Rabbit,” he replied quietly. Edy was so concentrated on the task at hand, that it took him a moment to realize who he was responding to. It was Pump, the wolf-dog once plagued by famine in a past life. His eyes did not move from the ground, though, for he was far too focused on what he was doing to make small-talk at this point. If there was one thing he took seriously, it was finding food (despite his carefree attitude that it would always be there). Hunting took an immense amount of concentration and physical prowess, and Kennedy liked to think that he had a decent amount of both aspects.

He knew that he was getting close, because the trail became stronger and stronger with each step. Soon enough, he could make out the visible trail of the rabbit. Without paying much mind to what Pump was doing or saying (if she was doing or saying anything at all), he flushed the rabbit out of its hiding place quite suddenly. He took a few long strides with his teeth flashing in the afternoon sunlight, but it seemed the floppy-eared mammal was not meant to be for him. The small thing burrowed into its tiny (and quite likely warm and comfortable) home, and Kennedy was left with nothing.

“Not to worry,” he mused to himself, “Only the first attempt of the day.” He had forgotten that he was not completely alone, and curved his neck to look around for Pump. Spotting her, he spoke in a friendly tone. “Sorry for being short,” he said, apologizing, “Sometimes I just get into it, you know?”